Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Too close for comfort!

I stuffed a small (crappy) chocolate bear into my mouth, chewed, then chewed a little more and then purged.  No, I didn't barf.  I didn't even swallow (snicker).  I was so desperate to eat something chocolatey, but I wised up before it went down the ol' gullet.  Guess what happened next?  I ploughed a large marshmallow into my mouth and then the same process followed.  

I used to work with this girl who chewed junk food and spit it out all the time.  She'd be sitting at her desk mowing down on a chocolate chip cookie and then next thing you'd know she'd spit it all out, right in front of you!  Fuck, it was sick.  The weird thing is, I thought of her method today and put it into action.  Does she have something there?

Even though it was snowing like mad this morning, I still suited up wee man in his uniform, lugged him to school and then went to the gym.  I thought for sure I'd be the only stupid person to be there - nope!  There were all the same people I'd seen the day before.  Amazing.

Exercise
27 minutes on the elliptical (dammit!) - 338 calories (cool!); I worked really hard today on the elliptical and it paid off.  I burned twice as many calories as I did yesterday!
Weight circuit, plus a few more machines thrown in for good measure.
20 minutes on the stationary bike (very odd concept) - 100 calories
30 minutes hard labour, aka shoveling the driveway.  As I was finishing the driveway, the plough came around.  The driver and I made eye contact.  I gave him my best stink eye/pleading expression I could, but he still covered the end of the driveway with heavy, wet snow.  Bastard.

Food
2 slices 12-grain bread
1 large egg
4 slices veggie 'bacon', I call it 'facon'
1 squirt low sugar, organic ketchup
2 litres water (more to come)
2 sticks bubblemint gum (so yummy - it's bubble gum with a hint of mint)
1 can Diet Pepsi

A friend of mine in Vancouver, whom I rarely hear from, jotted me a nice e-mail today.  He's seeing a woman now and she (in a playful way) is jealous of me.  She thinks I'm beautiful (her words).  It's been a while since anyone called me beautiful.  I love her.  

This compliment came at a perfect time.  I was feeling rather dowdy today at the gym.  There was this perfect specimen of a woman getting changed beside me and she smelled lovely (she was just arriving), looked perfect and had the best, most girly gym clothes.  She was even putting lotion on her tanned, athletic legs.  I was doing up my ugly jeans and trying to hide my eczema!

I got a bit of money for Xmas and I decided today that one thing I'm going to buy is some pampering for me.  A mani/pedi are in need!  When I lived in B.C. I would pamper myself quite regularly and now that we are in Ontario it's fallen by the wayside.  Pretty toes!  I can't wait.  I actually have really pretty feet when they're shown at their best.

I'm ranting.

Cupcake
xo

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